gunnysack

Updated: May 3, 2025

I shed the gunnysack wraps from my tender feet even as a butterfly or a tramp bursts his hull in the spring time, and I laughed two or three coarse, outdoor laughs, which shook the balmy branches of the tall pomegranate trees and twittered in the dense foliage of the magnolia. The railroad was very kind to me at first. That was when I was buying my ticket.

Bill Nye - A Guest at the Ludlow and Other Stories